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Mother
Gone
Not forgotten.
Strong
Gentle
Caring
Intelligent
Hard working
Moral
Ethical
She held it together
When we needed her
I wish I could hold her hand
Hug her
Tell her how much I miss her.
Don’t cry for those that are gone. They cannot feel your tears. Wherever they are they can’t hear you. Remember them but don’t cry. Cry for the living, cry for those that have lost loved ones, talk to them about their loss. Don’t stay quiet and hope it will be OK. They need your words of solace.
And don’t forget the poor, the ill and the starving. The ones that are always forgotten. Take care of them, support them. Help them where you can. One day you will be gone too, but others will still be here. Then hope they get help too from others. So life supports life. And share love.
My phone is full
The woman said
It’s full of dreams
And other stuff..
Of melodies
And games
And names
Conversations
I can’t leave.
My pictures are
My memories!
My phone is full
I can’t discard
My life!
make more stuff
Don’t stop
Till you drop!
You must work
Don’t stay home
And shirk!
Covid, what’s that?
You should be working
Hard, relentless
Making an effort
For goodness sake
Money required?
Go get a job
Furlough?
Not allowed
Economic units
That’s what they want us to be
Poverty pushes you
Out of the door
Into the grip
Of illness and more..
And if that’s the case
Covid free, we will never be!
On my Facebook memories. One of our old cats plus a painting I did of him. I can’t help but notice the similarity between him and our outdoor cat.
Cats come and go, but most of the ones we have had have been black and white ‘tuxedo cats’.
Why? Most of our cats were strays or rescue cats when we got them. Perhaps there is a cat family in the area, maybe they have the same antecedents? Certainly this cat could be the father of our new cat, or related in some way. I’m glad they came to us and sad that we lost this one. He passed away about nine years ago and might have been poisoned by antifreeze. He went missing and when we found him he was already dead. Such a shock. I miss him.
I miss my Mom, its been around ten years since she died, but I often wish I could just phone her up for advice. I did a painting of her in 2008 and I just did this sketch from it. I can see so many mistakes. I need to set an easle up. Trying to draw while holding the painting… Tired arms…
The best thing are her eyes, they are right…
Looking out of the screen, sad eyes, sad mouth. Playing with textures can change how we view an image. Somehow most of the face is similar to the background, but the eyes and mouth are less distorted. But the nose seems to de disappearing…
Seen on my walk
Two melting snow people
Holding hands
Waiting to collapse
To pass from this world
As a puddle
On a concrete drive.
Who will mourn them
Gone and forgotten.
Meltwater in an urban street.
When life gives you lemons
Leave them to rot
Forget lemonade
I like it, not!
When life gives you lemons
You know its getting sour
Your feeling down
And your temper is dour.
When life gives you lemons
Have a good cry
Remember that all of us
Are born to die.
When life gives you lemons
Make something nice to eat
Pancakes with sugar and lemon
Really do taste sweet!
This was used as a prop in the local village hall pantomime a few years ago. The hat was a large teacup and saucer made out of wire and paper and glue. Once it was made I had the task of painting it with a classic spode pattern of Greek or roman figures. I might have some more photos somewhere, but this gives you an idea of what I was painting. It was held in place on the panto dames head with a big blue ribbon and bow. I miss rehearsals for the yearly panto. It was restored about ten years ago after several years absence. The largest ausiencevwe had was 180, and we do four performances over Thursday, Friday and two on a Saturday. I miss the stage fright and the fun. We used to do the performances in February to coincide with the school half term.
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